Du Fu's Modern Poems

Cloth clothes that have lived in Shan Ye for a long time

A bird

Break into their sky

Their eyes

On the lookout

The flight of birds

make way

The trend of spreading to mountainous areas

Let the heart cry

Red.

Flowers blooming on the cliff

on the way

The sound of cuckoo

Mixed with twittering birds.

Through the depths of the forest

Through the village where mom lives.

Of all the singing birds.

The cuckoo is the brightest sound.

Of all the singing birds.

The cuckoo is the most bitter

If autumn comes,

The migratory bird named cuckoo.

Will fly away.

Thinking about the way she flew away

Look at her.

Blood drops were sprinkled on the grass roots.

I will feel distressed.

Look into the distance

Have you ever cared so much?

Sky and Shan Ye

Have you ever cared so much?

The song of birds

A bird comes and goes.

And life and death